¹³ Eat my son, honey that `is' good, And the honeycomb -- sweet to thy palate.

¹ I have come in to my garden, my sister-spouse, I have plucked my myrrh with my spice, I have eaten my comb with my honey, I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, drink, Yea, drink abundantly, O beloved ones!

¹⁶ Honey thou hast found -- eat thy sufficiency, Lest thou be satiated `with' it, and hast vomited it.

¹⁵ Butter and honey he doth eat, When he knoweth to refuse evil, and to fix on good.

¹⁰ They are more desirable than gold, Yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey, Even liquid honey of the comb.

¹⁰³ How sweet to my palate hath been Thy saying, Above honey to my mouth.

²⁷ The eating of much honey is not good, Nor a searching out of one's own honour -- honour.

¹¹ Thy lips drop honey, O spouse, Honey and milk `are' under thy tongue, And the fragrance of thy garments `Is' as the fragrance of Lebanon.

⁴ And this John had his clothing of camel's hair, and a girdle of skin round his loins, and his nourishment was locusts and honey of the field.